Survivor: (Maple Story) style!
A/N: READ THIS NOW BEFORE FLAMING ME FOR PUTTING YOU IN. Thanks. Now, if any author doesn't want himself/herself in this fic, where the characters are kiiinda similar, and do pretty wacky stuff, please tell me so ASAP. For the rest, read, enjoy, (laugh your ass off in certain occasions), and review.
Chapter 1: Intro to Characters
It was a fine, cool, summer morning on Survivor island. The palm trees rocked gently to the sea breeze, and the waves softly lapped at the beach. For approximately… 5 more seconds.
5 seconds later
There was a almighty "BOOM", and several large Macaws, and pelicans, took flight at this sudden noise. A giant dust cloud slowly rose from the crash site, one that could be seen all the way from space, which is really large, if you think about it. Slowly, from the dust, a figure appeared, dressed in his ankle length black trench coat, and holding, oddly, a mike.
It was the Host.
"Ahem, testing, testing, 1, 2… Dammit, they didn't set up the sound system yet. Stupid delays…" The host, named Gonrod, flashed his trademark evil smile at the camera(which was already there), and said,
"Welcome to survivor, style! And I'm your host, Gonrod. Here are the rules."
"Firstly, the contestants will be split in 2 groups. Then the 2 groups will compete in immunity and reward challenges. Immunity challenges mean whoever wins does not need to vote in the next tribal council, and the losing team votes on who in their team leaves the island! Whoever is the last one, wins…wait for it…"
As if on cue, the rest of the producing team unimaniously shouted, "ONE MILLION DOLLARS!"
"Precisely. Now, reward challenges are basically self explanatory, whoever wins gets the reward, which are not needed for survival, but are luxuries, such as food, clothing, portable shelters, etc. As for WHAT the challenged contain, that is entirely up to the planning team, which, is composed of one person. Me."
At this point, he waited for the applause. None came, as there were no people on the island, except the producing team, which had of course, disappeared.
Pretending not to be daunted by this, he (once again) flashed another grin, and said, "Bring in the contestants."
A trapdoor opens in the ground, and one by one, the contestants are carried up. There is, of course, the sound of screaming, and arguing.
"Firstly, for Fan Tribe, we have, a person who escaped from Bungie and Micosoft, Master Chief!"
The chief walks out, clad in a suit of Mjolner MARK VI armor, and is promptly assaulted by a horde of zombies.
"We don't allow any unfair advantages here…like armor… So once yu're done, please sit on the log next to me, on my right."
Ignoring the frankly shocking curses that sprung from the chief, Gonrod continued his presentation.
"Next, we have…argh…how do I say it…Crappishh, who likes..Fish and Crap? What sort of stupid author would write this?"
A girl, wearing school uniform, and holding a basketball, rises up through the hole in the floor. She doesn't seem perturbed by the unfamiliar surroundings, and calmly walks over to the chief.
"Remind me WHY I'm here next to you again?"
"I dunno. Wanna work on The lone crusader?"
"Next, we have, sobriquet nightmare! Which, you gotta help, because he's about to embarrass himself on national television."
Sobi walks into the island while looking around the island in confusion. He wore a red t-shirt and blue shorts. He walks over to Gonrod in fear. "Gonrod? Where am I? What am I doing here? I WANT TO GO HOME!" He cried.
"Sorry kid, but the only way to get off of this island is to get voted off in the tribal councils. NOW GO SIT NEXT TO THE CHIEF!" Gonrod screamed. Sobi cries as he walks over to the log and sits next the chief. Chief pats his back to make him feel better.
"Hey! You can't just scream at him like that!" Crappishh yelled at Aizen.
"Shut up." Next we have-AAAARGH!" Gonrod screamed as the girl named crappishh assaulted him.
"GO TO COMMERCIAL! COMMERCIAL!!!!!!!!!!!"
2 minutes later…
Gonrod picks up a comb from the ground, smoothes his hair, and continues. It may be noted here that the shows ratings have instantly jumped another 60 points.
"Next, we have…WTF? WHO THE HELL CALLS THEMSELVES RANDOMNESS FROM BOREDOM?"
"YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT?"
Randomness walks out, and proceeds to *beep* slap Gonrod, while the rest egg her on.
Finally, after she leaves, Gonrod picks p his comb, smoothes back his hair, and continues.
"R-right… anyway the next participant is one who originates from the most twisted, warped, mind jumanity ever produced, prz Nic."
A female priest walks out, armed with a heavy (allegedly unbreakable) staff, and fury in her eyes. Uh- oh…
"COMMERCIAL! GO TO COMMERCIAL NOW!" Was all he managed to shout before…
Unfortunately, although the cameraman switched off the camera, he left the audio system on. Please relax, and try to think of pleasant, cute images while it plays on.
"OH MY GOD, MY SPLEEN!"
"TAKE THAT! AND THIS!"
"Whoa, I didn't know his arm could bend like that…"
*crack*
"Hey, I thought that staff was unbreakable…"
"Well now you know. Never trust NEXON."
"HAH! THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO INSULT MY CREATOR!"
As prz Nic stalks off, to join her creator, A very battered and bruised host rises out from the sands. "So, the final 2 participants are Kane, from prologue, and Darned Noob.
Two more people come out, and sit next to the rest, on the log.
"And that's it for the Fan tribe! Now for Fiction tribe, we have, a person who wrote a total of 88 fics and counting, Absol Master!" Absol walks onto the island, shielded her eyes. "Argh! My eyes! They burn!"
"Yes, that's what happens when you stay indoors writing for too long. Now go sit there."
Absol walks over to a log to Gonrod's left, and sits.
"Next, we have, the person who wrote a fic about the gunslinger, and the first to write a 'official' pirate fic after version 62 came out, Ccw!"
Ccw walks out and sits next to Absol.
"right, now…errr… oh look, we've ran out of time. So out final 4 contestants are, Azura, from RFB's fic…Azura, Zethos Orenia Gale, EncantadorTirano, and…wait what do you mean we don't have any more participants? Oh…budget eh? And time? Well then, *beep* that!
So anyway, we'll find another, 6th participant…soon…
*BEEP*
In the next show….
The teams get their first task…and first immunity challenge…
Tune in next time on Survivor: Ff . n e t style to find out.
A/N: Well that's the first chapt, and any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely in fun. If anyone has objections to appearing in the show or having their name in it, feel free to tell me. Thanks.